I am a naughty prisoner in 7-day isolation. I am subjected to daily strip searches by you, a guard with a wandering eye. As I perform this routine—hands on my head, spreading, squatting—I notice your fixation on my unwashed armpits. Flirty and tough, I confront you, offering a very special armpit-focused JOI in exchange for a deposit to my prison account. It's a risky game, but I know exactly how to get what I want.
